A'lor
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Name: A'lor
Age: 18
Dragon Color: blue
Dragon Name: Mizarth
Dragon Age: 4
Pets: Puck, brown firelizard, Dune, blue firelizard, Lena, green firelizard
Rank: Bluerider
Physical Description: A�lor is of short build, and his official nickname is �twerp.� His face has an almost chiseled look to it, though A�lor refuses that definition, saying he merely has �well defined features.� His dark brown eyes always have a sparkle to them, and his stiffly waved black hair never fails to fall in the same, almost set position every day. Though small, standing only 5�5�, A�lor is very well muscled, boasting a six pack, which he thinks nothing of showing off by going around shirtless. In fact, it is not rare at all to find A�lor shirtless, or less when he is alone in his weyr.
Emotional Description: A�lor�s nickname suits him well, for he is nothing but a twerp. Always the one provoking a fight, yet always with witty words and escaping on fast legs before he can be squashed. While he has a few friends, most only consider him a twerp, and one to be squashed as soon as possible. He is something of a ladies man, tending to not care about values or anything when it comes to bedding a woman� or women. He is not a complete player, for he has been known to settle down with a gal every now and again, though he is constantly being asked to become the weyrmate of this or that greenrider, which frankly scares him.
History: Ashelor, as he was born, lived as a normal Pernese boy for the first ten turns of his life. When he turned ten, his mother, Elora, fell very ill and his father, in fear that he would catch the disease, shipped him off to Harper Hall. Here, he was apprenticed to Master Kirashel, the Master Composer. Even though he had a reasonably good voice, Kirashel preferred a good gitarist to play the intricate pieces he composed. So learn gitar Ashelor did, and he took it to a level that delighted his Master and made the rest of the hall grumble.
Everything changed a sevenday after his 13th birthing day. While playing one of Kirashel�s pieces, his father�s bronze flit Koone appeared in the room, keening wildly as he delivered his note and then betweened again. Ashelor�s mother had died. After three long years of fighting, she was finally gone. Her gold flit, Yusirie, had died with her, leaving a clutch of eggs behind. At this news, all the life went out of Ashelor. He blockaded himself in his room, stopped playing the gitar, and has never picked it up since. Kirashel tried to persuade him to play again, but Ashelor wouldn�t have it. One day, he couldn�t stand it anymore. He snapped. In a seemingly normal mood, Ashelor packed his bags and flits, and calmly walked out of the Hall.
The bedraggled apprentice had wandered for no more than a sevenday before the Tirnan Trading Trains found him on their way to the south. Wanting to get as far away as he possibly could from memories of his mother, he gladly joined and lived the life of a trader for a little over a year, traveling the south with them. Just before his 14th birthing day, they stopped at a weyr called Imkina, a new weyr established just before the 2nd Pass. As it happened, they were in desperate need of Candidates for a quickly hardening clutch. It was never Ashelor�s intentions for the little blue to reach him, but reach him Mizarth did, even as he stood, petrified, in the stands. So it came that A�lor remained at Imkina Weyr as his trader �family� moved on.
But A�lor soon moved on as well, for Imkina did not suit his desires as a place to spend the rest of his days. As soon as Mizarth was cleared to go between, the pair made their way for an even newer weyr named Shoreline, which both have found very attractive.
Dragon�s Description: Mizarth is rather large for a blue, looking more the size of a small brown. Indeed, his navy hide has streaks of a dark chocolate brown running through it here and there. Mizarth is almost perfectly proportioned, as dragons go, except that his back feet are a little larger than the front. Though his hide is mainly navy, his wing sails are a much more pail blue almost sky blue. Mizarth also bears the mark of a fierce fighter: he is blind in his left eye. He was blinded in a fall during his fourth turn, along with much of the skin on the left side of his face that has since grown back. Despite his almost gruff appearance, Mizarth is a complete lady�s man, and many a green has fallen victim of his bag of flying tricks during her flight. He flatters anything female shamelessly, part of the reason why A�lor�s Lena is so vain. When she was younger, Mizarth crooned to her about how beautiful she was, and the idea has stuck with her. He does realize when to stop, however, and has yet to be slapped by any green, though A�lor fears that, if Mizarth tries to flirt too much with a proddy green, he may be subject to her wrath.
Pet�s Description: Puck, as A�lor is convinced, is almost completely crazy. His chocolate brown hide is spotted with darker patches, which are bruises from running into walls and other various objects. He has a crazy energy that he can�t quite seem to contain, and is perhaps the most abusive to his head, which acquires new scratches and cuts every day. Dune, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. His energy, though just as great as Puck�s, is channeled into every move, giving him an almost ridiculous air of great dignity. He takes great care to keep his sapphire hide spotless and has been known to �attack� people and other flits for getting him dirty. Dune�s meticulous nature is nothing compared to Lena�s, A�lor�s green. The lady of the bunch, Lena will sit for hours in a pan of water flicking it all over her jade hide with her wings and tail.
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